To know that though true men turn to ruins, true principles are never swallowed by confusion!, to learn that this spinning globe is of such Dynamic constitution! to see the Fogs of war commence their glorious dissolutions!
"dedicated to The Coopers of shady pine rd, K Falls, Oregon, in thanks for their kind hospitality!!" October 06 finds me foolish and poor, but not out of doors nor really of soul, so really with a bit to be thankful for:
[I]dedicated to the great Robin Cody[/I] often mistaken for its more normal brother, even at first by its gnarled and scathed beholders, it is the most glorious and hard-fought of flowers, springing from the very winter of rock bottom,
(dedicated to the great Herman Hesse) If the war goes on, what but gore shall be achieved? what wealth shall be accrued but living upon mourned son? If the war goes on, what shall be the harvest
I undertook it well after my miraculous Thailand debacle, antecedent to an ill and scholarly time in which I danced with a thousand ideas from MLK to the primally fierce river dolphins of South America,
